Ardent

People say you're born content. And even though you're a screaming, crying baby, you're happy and great and pleasant at the fact that you're finally in this goddamn world.

I guess it's just harder to believe otherwise. Most people think the world is great. That everybody should be glad of the fact that we are indefinitely (with no exceptions) the greatest species on the face of this planet.

Oh, if only they knew how disgusting you humans are.

This isn't a story about how disgusting people are, oh no.

If you wanted that just read the news. Or a book about politicians.

This is a story about:

Betrayal.

Heartbreak. (pathetically)

Sadness.

Sex. (I wish)

Humor. (okay sure)

and...

Finding your Ardent.

Haha.